Henry smiled. “Of course.”

She ran a slender hand down the side of one of the males.

“That one is Stephen,” Henry told her.

Alicia looked at him queerly. “That seems such a plain name for such a beautiful statue. But I guess if David can be David, then he can be a Stephen.”

Jake seemed only slightly taken aback by his girlfriend’s admiration of the tall naked statue, and appeared content to admire the women. He got down on his knees in front of one, face to crotch and made a rude gesture with his tongue. Alicia slapped the back of his head.

“Hey,” he protested as he stood, wiping the dust from the knees of his jeans.

They each moved to opposite sides of the room, content in mutual admiration of both sexes of the specimens.

“They’re so…anatomically intricate,” Alicia said. “Who’s the artist?”

“A local fellow. He prefers to remain anonymous until the unveiling,” Henry said.

“Well, he’s very good. To carve stone and polish it this way and still leave every crease, every bulge in place. It’s astonishing.”

“Yes. Astonishing.” Henry gave the door a nudge to shut it slightly and walked toward the center of the room. The kids didn’t seem to notice; they studied the interior of a specimen that sat in two pieces. The top half rested flat on the floor, with the bottom half in a kneeling position sitting beside it.

They whispered to each other, and Henry moved closer.

“That’s a liver,” Alicia was saying. “I don’t think these are…”

Henry pulled two syringes from his pocket, flicked off the plastic tips with his thumbs, and plunged one into each of the kid’s necks.